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After trudging through town, Bob meets up with his friend Jake.
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| *crooning to himself* Hi jake! Anyways i can accommodate you? | |
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| Bob...you're shrewd, and devout, but i don't wanna be your friend anymore. Emily and Ryan respectively have the same the request. | |
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Bob is keen, for Santa is in his vicinity.
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| Santa i like your garnish! | |
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| Bob, i'd like you to bide your time more wisely, and also you are a bland, eccentric, timid person, who squanders much too often. As to elude the awkward moment about to come, i'm gonna leave now.. | |
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Santa just reprimanded Bob, and Bob head is perforated. Now what?
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| Today can't get any worse...but knowing my luck some erratic killer who views stick figures with contempt will just amble into my door. | |
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| Tehe. I'm about to do something illicit. I despise stick figures, they vex me! He hasn't suspected anyone is conniving against him. His yells will be staccato. | |
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